#◟ ⠀ ⠀[⠀ pinned. ⠀]⠀⠀ ⠀* ⠀⠀⠀ i - i’m green and i’m - and i’m slimy!

[fawnsflowerbed]

RE: DI Leon trying to do a smut/sex hardcore scenario with his partner but that man is too soft after years on the job. And you’re his sweet baby and he keeps checking in whispering ‘what’s your light, sweetie?’ And every time you say green and he does that little mumble of ‘okay good’ before proceeding.

Like don’t get me wrong, that man FUCKS, hands pinning you down and throwing you about, manhandling you the way you like. Deep groaning voice all condescending as he tells you ‘You can hold it a second longer, baby. Do it for me, come on.’

But if it’s something more adventurous he’s constantly staring at you through whatever smug smirk he has on with those crinkled baby blue eyes thinking ‘this is hot as fuck I’m hard as a rock but I really hope they’re actually enjoying this too or I’m gonna kill myself out of guilt’

That’s not an overstatement, he probably would knowing him

[youreonmymind37]

I accompanied my boyfriend to Dragon Con in Atlanta. I’d being before. I get nervous in crowds. I bought something thrilling costume on some vague superheroes’ website. My boyfriend, Chris, doesn’t even know what hidden treasure in my carrier suitcase.

“Just give me a hour to get ready,” I hurry to the bathroom of our hotel’s bathroom.

“Should I wait for you?” Chris has the look of a child that waited for his parents on Christmas morning to ransacked his toys. My boyfriend is edging out of the room.

“Go ahead, sweet pie,” I said behinds the bathroom door.

—��

Poison Ivy stood in the big hall. She wore a mask. “Hey,” she shouted, “You! Over there.” Poison Ivy stalked her prey.

“Me?” said Chris.

Poison Ivy said, “You got a nerve standing with your geek friends. I was alone in my bedroom.”

“Uh,” stammered my boyfriend. The geek squad said, “You know her?”

Poison Ivy clutches his shirt and kissed him on the kiss. Her tongue went into his mouth. He was surprised at Poison Ivy.

“Tina?” whispered my boyfriend.

I nodded my head. And, sashaying away.

“I’m going with her…. Poison Ivy…. Uh…. See you.. Uh…. Later.”

Chris’ friends waves to their hero.

“Let’s see,” Poison Ivy said to herself, “Where should I find Batman….. or, a Wonder Woman…?”

I said it to rile-up my boyfriend. Who dressed like Robin.

“Hey, Robin,” said Poison Ivy, “Any good Batman around?…. Too fat. Too young…. Too weird…. Ah. 6’ 4” fit and handsome.”

“Hey. Poison Ivy. We meet again”, said Batman in his low voice.

“I want to apologize for my weeds tangling-up your Batmobile.” I caressed his bat logo,

Looking into his jet-black mask and said something impossible, “I want you.”

“Really?” his voice went octave higher.

“Mmmm,” said Poison Ivy, “You met Robin. He will come with us.”

Chris, my boyfriend, paltry waved.

———

Inside Chris and my bedroom, Batman kissed me. I wrapped my legs against his waist. Batman kissed my neck. “Wait. I’m going undo my green teddy. There.”

“Thank,” Batman said in his low voice. He went after my milky pearl breasts. Poison Ivy reached his tool belt and let his belt fall. “Wow! Your cock is huge!”

Poison Ivy’s licked her fingers with her saliva. Her saliva slobbered his massive cock. Batman thrusted up her quivering pussy.

“Oh, Gawd,” Poison Ivy gasped, “Robin! It’s wetting and slippery.” Poison Ivy fingering her clit. She came. Much to my surprise. Batman was a real porn star. Batman said, “lie down on your belly.”

Batman’s big juicy muscle thighs pinned my legs. Batman spanked me on my ass. I felt a rush hormones. Batman’s cock went deep my pussy. I screamed, “Do it! Do it! Batman!”

An orgasm hit me broadside. Batman come later. Junks spilled out of my pussy.

Batman swoop-away leaving spent-cum Poison Ivy. Robin whacked his cock leaving cum all over Poison Ivy’s back.

“You’re welcome, Chris,” said sleepy Tina.

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[cjjohansson]

- sweat you out of my system -

natasha romanoff x reader - 18+ - smut - 1.2k

It had been going on for a while now, 2 years to be exact. The constant back-and-forth flirting, but it had never gone beyond that.

At first, sure it was playful flirting, nothing of meaning to it, but that soon changed. It had started in training, her pinning you to the mat and staring at you with her breathing extremely heavy, you could barely process how she felt pressed against you before she was already out of the room.

It got worse from there, parties consisting of you both lingering next to one another, slight gentle touches. Natasha dragging you to the dance floor, grinding up against you, whispering things into your ears. But again, you both never crossed that line. You don't know why you never did. You both just didn't. And it stayed like that, the constant cycle of back and forth. 

But you were done with not crossing that line, done with your dreams consisting of her. Done with her taking up with your mind 24/7, it was driving you absolutely crazy. So tonight that was all to change. 

You kept her in mind as you looked over the dresses you had picked out which now laid on your bed. Your mind kept falling on the short red dress. You knew it would catch her eye, more than you already do anyway. 

You took your time getting ready, not needing to be early to the party, you knew she would be there dot on the time it started, she always was. You knew showing up later would give you the perfect opportunity of an entrance. And it did. 

You walked through the doors 3 hours late, everyone's eyes instantly zoning on you but all you could pay attention to was those green eyes that kept following you as you walked down the steps and towards the bar where she was sitting. 

Natasha stood up as soon as you were close enough to her, her tight suit, hugging her body perfectly, it was hard to not look at the bulge prominent in her trousers.

She waited until you stood across from her, her hand coming up and brushing some hair behind your ear, leaning close and whispering, “fuck…you look…wow” 

Your hand moves to her iconic arrow necklace, hooking your finger around it to pull her back into you, muttering “I think you’d look better if your clothes were on my bedroom floor…” As you leaned back you refused to look at her, turning towards the bar and ordering a vodka tonic, but you couldn't ignore the way she moved to stand behind you, pushing you against the bar. Her erection pressing into you, making you push back against her even harder, a smirk on your face when you faintly hear her breathing stutter. 

You grab your drink, taking a sip before turning around to finally face her, she pushes closer again. Natasha's eyes linger on your lips, her eyes hazy as she somehow maneuvers herself even closer. 

You place your drink on the side of the bar, bringing your hands to rest on her chest, slowly inching closer to her neck. You pull her in, your mouth against her ear. “Meet me in the meeting room in 10 minutes…” You breathe out, moving to kiss her neck, as she moves away from you, you let your hand drag down her chest until you reach her trousers, brushing your hand against her bulge, smirking at her, and walking away. 

It wasn’t long until Natasha stepped into the meeting room, your back already pressed against the wall. Her eyes were crazy, her breathing slow but turning heavy all over again. She marched over to you after taking you in, her hands meeting your hips and pushing you violently against the wall as you tried to move toward her. 

She acted quickly, her lips meeting yours in a hurry, lust running through the kiss as she moaned into your mouth. Her hands kneading your ass, to pull your center into hers. Your own hands find her hair, pulling on the red tresses to get her to pull away from you. 

The heat in your stomach was intense, the most intense it had ever felt, she stayed still, waiting for your next move. 

“I’m not wearing any panties…” you whisper against her lips, she rewards you with a groan of her own, smashing her lips to yours again and then dropping to her knees in front of you. 

Natasha pushes your dress up around your hips, the sexual tension in the air was overwhelming. You could feel how dripping wet you were, the build-up to this had been long coming. 

She gave herself a moment, pressing small kisses and bites to your thighs before looking up at you, silently asking for confirmation of what she wanted, no, needed. 

You lifted your leg and placed it on her shoulder, one of her hands moving to hold your ass. Your hand moves to the back of her head and pushes her into you. 

Natasha’s first lick on your clit, lights a fire throughout your whole body. You couldn’t stop the moan falling from your mouth, looking down at her and pushing her more into you. And when you looked down, her eyes were already looking up at you, stray hairs falling down her face, falling from your hand on her head. She looked unreal like this, on her knees and eating you out like it was the last thing she would ever do. 

“Fuckkk Tashaaa…” Your moans fill the room, your back arching off the wall as her other hand drags up your thigh and presses into you.

The fire remains alight, while her tongue continues to build the sensation on your clit, while her fingers drag in and out of you, you were so close, so, so close. Each lick, each stroke, drove you wild, tears lining your eyes at how intense her movements felt and that fire quickly turned into an explosion. 

“FUCK, shit, I’m cumming!” You shouted into the room, hoping the music from the party drowned out your sobs of pleasure. 

Natasha slowed her movements, taking her time to move away from you and then resting her head on your thigh, pressing a kiss to your clit before pulling her fingers from you. 

Natasha raised from her knees, coming eye to eye with you but your own eyes couldn’t help but fall to her mouth. Your cum covered her lips, dripping down her chin. Her breathing was still heavy as she stayed staring at you. 

A smirk fills your face, your hand moving to wipe your cum off her lips with your thumb before forcing it into her mouth, her reaction is instant. Her lips mold around your thumb as she sucks gently, but that’s all you allow, pulling your thumb away and then patting her on the cheek. 

“Good girl” you whisper to her, pushing her away by her shoulders, pulling your dress back down, and walking towards the door. 

You can feel the heat of her stare on your back as you finally reach the door. Her breathing hasn’t stopped being heavy since she walked into this room. She stays still as she takes you in. And without turning around you mutter, “Meet me in my room after the party.”

[spideyanakin]

HOLY COW YES!

Malfoy reader being in with the order!! Hell yes!! Please tell me she will warn them about Peter Pettigrew since she’s known him. I’m begging!!!!!

Holy cow yes!!!

Had this planned for a while, I'm so glad your request came through hihi!

all I think about now - masterlist

summary - malfoy + slytherin! reader, you reveal to the order who the spy is

warnings - chaos, peter's scheming being revealed

"One of our allies is here," on this fine Tuesday evening, Albus abruptly addressed the order of the Phoenix. Everyone suddenly looked around with wide eyes and whispers were being exchanged, as if they were supposed to see this ally apparate before their eyes.

"They have informed me who the spy is."

The room fell quiet. You could hear a pin drop.

Sirius’s face drained of color as he watched Dumbledore’s careful eyes scan the room, most definitely for effect.

He was getting sick to his stomach at the thought of anyone in this room, his friends, betraying him. Betraying everyone here, and by extension baby Harry, baby Neville and all the others whose families were fighting by his side.

He couldn’t think of a single person here he wouldn’t trust with his life, and that made it all the worse.

Everyone’s hearts caught in their throats. He could feel it. The tension seeping through everyone, hands itching for their wands as they awaited an answer.

Everyone kept glancing at everyone and anything that could move while attempting to see who Dumbledore had his gaze fixed upon.

A cat Sirius had never seen before was snaking around the feet of Albus’s desk, and padded towards him. It looked at him questionably, almost suspiciously with its big eyes. Sirius frowned as he peered at it.

He hated cats, they usually made his skin crawl. But this time he didn’t feel the same primitive shivers his dog self endured him with. No, he almost felt… attracted to the cat? Like he wanted to run his hand through its fur and hold it close.

The cat blinked at him, once, twice, maybe thrice before turning its gaze the other way and walking in another direction.

He looked around, no one else seemed to take notice of it.

He realised the cat was heading straight for the lounge chair Peter laid in. He gazed at his friend who flashed a worried look his way.

He could see Peter’s hand shaking as he looked down to his lap, noticing the cat who was now playing with his shoe laces. Peter looked so pale he was almost green.

Sirius watched with surprised eyes as the cat jumped onto Peter’s lap.

Peter wasn’t inspecting the sudden intrusion, his already tense body almost jumping from the chair. Everyone’s gaze turned to him from the noise and shuffling he was doing, between removing the droplet of sweats off his brow and trying to shoo the creature away.

"Worms, you alright?" Remus furrowed his brow as he stared at his startled friend.

"I think he is quite alright. Are you not Mr. Pettigrew?" Albus remained his stoic, calm collected self as he inspected the boy.

"Quite alright, thanks." He muttered, trying to pick up the cat.

As if he had squeezed the creature too hard, it suddenly hissed and aggressively scratched his hand.

There was a blur of fur, claws, fabric, skin, and girlish screams from a struggling Peter before the cat went flying to the other side of the room, barely hanging on to the side of a library by its claws.

Sirius who suddenly felt a sudden need to care for this mysterious cat, saved it from abruptly falling and hurting itself (he would also argue he wanted to save Dumbledore’s bookshelves from vicious cat scratches.)

He was surprised when the previously hostile cat actually purred in his arms when he petted its head.

"Peter-" Remus abruptly stood up from his own lounge chair. "What’s on your arm?"

Everyone’s attention who wasn’t already on Peter was now set on the boy, their wands at the ready.

Indeed the cat’s attack had ripped his sleeve off, leaving a bloody and scratched dark mark to reveal itself to everyone in the room.

If Albus hadn’t trusted your allegations towards Peter, he now had no reason to argue.

It was all a blur from then on.

Poor Peter Pettigrew didn’t even have the time to reach for his wand when Albus had already charmed him with invisible restraints.

Remus had to physically restrain James and Sirius from attacking him. Even Arthur had to chime in to help the poor werewolf keep his two friends at bay.

In his frenzy, Sirius was squeezing the cat in his arms too tightly, which caused a squeal from the animal. When he realised it seemed to calm him down, and soon enough he was muttering chains of apologies while roughly patting its fur as if he was patting a dog.

People were arguing, screaming and squealing over each other.

He was made secret keeper.

What are we going to do?

What will be his punishment?

Will my children be safe?

"Enough!"

Dumbledore’s voice rang through the crowded room, and everyone abruptly stopped talking.

"It is late. Peter will do us no harm now. Let us take a break, and then we can decide what to do with him." He muttered the last part of his sentence, rubbing his forehead as he sat on the chair by his desk.

"Albus." Molly broke the wizards sigh. "Who is the ally?"

As if on cue the cat jumped from Sirius’s arms with a light thud, and trotted to the wizard’s desk.

"Ah. Right," he nodded, swishing his wand towards the small black creature.

Suddenly, its black fur turned into dark silky expensive fabric, and stretched into a woman.

Not just any woman.

It was you.

Looking all regal despite the fight you had put up against Peter. Hair dressed up with prestige, with not one loose hair falling out. The true elegance of a Malfoy.

In the almost two years he hadn’t seen you, you had barely changed, all the while you looked different.

You had the most gorgeous black pearl necklace Sirius had ever seen, and if he remembered correctly it had been previously owned by his aunt who had received it from her own grand mother (so his great great great grandmother?, he briefly thought as his brain twisted to remember the memory)

And he suddenly remembered the grim story behind it. The mourning pearls. Transmitted from a widow to another, and worn by the youngest one in the family. A tradition that he hadn’t thought much about when he overheard his mother speaking about it at diner.

He swallowed, palm of his hands clammy as he watched you dust your skirt of silks. You looked as if you were ready for some prestigious events like the ones Sirius had stopped bothering with when he turned sixteen. He realised that, even in these war times this was now probably your every day wear. You had made it to what his mother had wished him to be.

A jewel of high society.

Maybe even more so now with your status of heirsss to his family’s everything.

You had a mischievous smile on your face when you finally lifted your gaze up to meet the room. Godric he missed that smile.

"This was a ghastly experience Albus, I do not know how you animagi do it."

[anotherthoughtthatwillhauntme]

☆ You people know my exams are starting, and like the diligent student I am, I was totally studying poetry. Until, of course, my brain malfunctioned, Kayden Lockwood hijacked my thought process, and suddenly I’m out here writing unhinged love poems like I’m his personal ghostwriter.

Here’s a masterpiece from Kayden to his little monster—don’t blame me, blame the unholy chemistry between them that’s apparently inspiring me. You’re welcome. Also, don’t ask me why my brain decided to write this instead of reviewing notes. I have no explanation.

"Little Monster"

- By Kayden Lockwood

I should not want you, but I do.

With every breath, with every look,

you weave yourself into my ribs,

tight, unrelenting—

a noose I refuse to cut.

Your eyes—

green as if the forest conspired

to trap me inside them,

lush, endless, meant to be devoured.

They flicker with defiance,

but I will chase it down,

pin it beneath my weight,

press it into submission

until all that’s left is my reflection in them.

That golden hair—

soft sin wrapped in silk,

meant to be tangled in my grip,

meant to be ruined.

I will thread my fingers through it,

tilt your head back,

press my lips against your throat

and sink my teeth in.

And your dimples,

those cruel, lying dimples,

mocking me even as you fall apart,

even as my mouth traces them,

kisses them,

drags lower—

down your jaw, your neck,

my lips marking skin I refuse to leave untouched.

I want to hear your voice—

not in protest, not in pride,

but in surrender.

Say my name like a curse,

then say it like a prayer.

Let it slip when my teeth bruise your collar,

when my tongue soothes over every bite.

Let it wreck you

when my hands hold you down,

when my mouth takes you apart.

You think I want to break you, little monster?

You think I want to ruin you, wreck you, own you?

How foolish.

I would burn the world to keep you.

I would tear myself apart for you.

I would destroy everything,

just to watch you fall apart in my arms.

I want you to belong to me,

heart and soul, in every twisted, chaotic way.

I want to own you,

and I want to love you—

in the only way I know how,

There is no winning or losing, no predator or prey.

There is only this—

me, hopelessly, recklessly, catastrophically in love with you.

[tawnyevergreen]

I had a dream that was Wicked but Elphaba was Johnathan Sims and Oz was Elias, I need to put this on paper somehow

[ofmaldonia]

(Greta Onieogou, 29 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é TIANA, da história A PRINCESA E O SAPO! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a GOVERNAR MALDONIA, ADMINISTRAR O TIANA’S PALACE E FAZER DIPLOMACIA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ALTRUÍSTA, você é WORKAHOLIC, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: DAR ATENÇÃO AO SEU RESTAURANTE.

headcanons   ﹢   tiana’s palace   ﹢   wanted connections

HEADCANONS

Tiana finalmente consegue dar a devida atenção ao seu tão sonhado restaurante, deixando as obrigações como rainha em segundo plano, haja vista que nem em Maldonia ela está autorizada a pisar. Secretamente, não está sentindo tanta falta da politicagem e começa a se sentir mais como si mesma enquanto está cozinhando.

O Tiana’s Palace faz semanalmente a Noite de Jazz, uma noite com muita música, dança e diversão. Quando ela era mais jovem e dura, não conhecia sair com seus amigos, por isso decidiu dedicar um dia da semana apenas para isso. Ironicamente, ela não conseguiu marcar presença além da noite de estreia da novidade. Mas agora, oportunidade é que não falta.

Como rainha, é notoriamente esforçada — como em tudo o que dispõe a fazer. No entanto, governar não se parece com nada que já tenha feito antes, e todas as responsabilidades desse mundo novo a conduziram a crises de identidade e ansiedade durante o caminho.

Skeleton.

Posicionamento em relação aos perdidos

Ela não está feliz com nada que está acontecendo, muito menos com as mudanças na sua história. No começo desconfiou que os perdidos não eram tão “perdidos” assim quanto se faziam e sabiam, sim, de alguma coisa. No entanto, com os acontecimentos bizarros que vêm acontecendo, ela está convencida de que eles também são vitimas.

TIANA’S PALACE

É um restaurante famoso no reino da Maldonia — conhecido pelo passado da proprietária trabalhadora, que nunca desistiu de honrar os sonhos do pai, e os dela também. Seu interior é uma visão quase fiel de Nova Orleans, com decorações típicas do lugar onde Tiana e Charlotte cresceram. As cores predominantes são verde, dourado e amadeirado. Embora o salão seja espaçoso, os clientes precisam fazer uma reserva para conseguir um lugar devido a alta demanda — durante o horário de almoço o movimento é mais ameno. Além do cardápio tradicionalmente sulista, há um bar em formato de ilha localizado ao norte do restaurante, com todo tipo de cocktail e mocktail sendo preparado pelos melhores baristas do Mundo das Histórias. Subindo para o primeiro andar, o mezanino reserva ainda mais mesas, sendo que duas únicas mesas que dão vista para o salão central pertencem, com exclusividade, à mãe de Tiana e à família de Naveen. As paredes, por sua vez, contam a história da dona. Dezenas de fotografias capturam o carinho que Tiana, Eudora e o pai nutriam um pelo outro, sua amizade precoce com Charlotte e Eli La Bouff, o baile de aniversário de Lottie, o recorte de jornal que anunciava a chegada do príncipe de Maldonia em Nova Orleans… entre várias outras lembranças, incontáveis. É um ambiente que serve para o melhor dos três mundos: família, amigos e amantes. As Noites do Jazz são organizadas toda semana, quando as mesas e cadeiras são afastadas e se toca muita música para todos dançarem ao som do sul — mãe e filho, melhores amigas, namorados —, embora a proprietária não esteja presente nestas desde a inauguração do evento. Para além das Noites do Jazz, há, em todas as noites, uma banda ao vivo no restaurante tocando jazz e blues para que os clientes se sintam mais perto de Louisiana.

Contrata-se host, barman, sommelier, banda reserva de jazz (tecladista, trompetista, saxofonista, baterista e cantor).

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Muse A é o conselheiro de Tiana e Naveen que oferece seus conselhos aos governantes de Maldonia sempre que necessário. São mais que aliados — são pessoas de mútua confiança e respeito.

Muse B e Muse C também representam confiança para Tiana, visto que são dois aliados políticos no Mundo das Histórias. Possuem amizade e tratados de parceria que beneficiam ambas as partes.

Talvez a coisa que ela mais gosta de fazer além de cozinhar, é ensinar. Muse D, por motivos a combinar, é um pupilo de Tiana.

Durante a crise conjugal que enfrenta, Muse E tem sido essencial para manter Tiana sã, visto que guarda seus sentimentos à sete chaves, ainda mais agora que é uma figura pública e política. É uma das pessoas que ela mais confia e, basicamente, faria tudo por ela apenas por ouvi-la.

Que Tiana é uma mulher que prioriza o trabalho em detrimento da companhia dos amigos, é uma história tão velha quanto o tempo. Porém, isso não freia Muse F de tentar fazê-la sair de seu casulo e fazer coisas que nunca pensou em fazer, especialmente agora que ela está “com tempo” no Reino dos Perdidos.

Muse G tem interesse na tecnologia de Maldonia/Victor Frankenstein, e nada como ter relações importantes para conseguir o que quer. Fez amizade com a carismática governante a pretexto de conseguir algo maior que poder político.

Com os boatos da crise conjugal na boca do povo, Muse H aproveitou a oportunidade para tentar chamar Tiana para sair. Mesmo que ela negue esses boatos e todas as investidas, uma parte de si fica imaginando cenários com Muse começados por “e se…”.

No início do caos, o perdido Muse I se aprochegou de Tiana por acreditar que ela o acolheria em meio toda aquela confusão, mas a reação dela foi a mais avessa o possível. Manteve distância, discutiu, acusou-o de ser manipulador, cínico, e que ele e a “laia dele” eram culpados por tudo de ruim que estava acontecendo ao seu mundo. Muse nunca a perdoou, mesmo depois dela ter tentado se reconciliar (importante dizer que ela não pediu desculpas, apenas justificou suas atitudes).

Semelhantemente ao anterior, a mesma coisa aconteceu com Muse J, mas este a perdoou pela forma que o tratou. Inconscientemente, Tiana tenta recompensá-lo por tudo o que disse e está quase sempre o mimando.

[bondagebimbo]

bruh what is it with my piercings deciding to just fucking yeet themselves off my face and trying to get lost in the void 💀

[yumemiruuuu]

Bai Wuxiang: And we’re gonna do the stabby stab 🥰

The entire TGCF fandom, horrified: NO, NOBODY’S GOING TO BE DOING THE STABBY STAB—

[fumifooms]

My first itabag! A bit of this a bit of that, ROTTMNT, Tsuritama and Chainsaw Man with a touch of Sonic, Dorohedoro, Gintama, Pandora Hearts, Osomatsu-san and ocs.

It’s a bit of a mess but I love the hobby and I doubt this’ll be my last one, I might tweak this one a bit too, or get another insert to swap out. Some charms at the bottom hang too low, and there were other things I wanted to put in the bottom corners too. I might put a big Hozuki keychain I have on the side hmm… With this size it’d have been fun building around putting in my 12" Metal Sonic Jazwares figure and a Metal Sonic plush I have, but ahh some other day… I struggled with it because the weight of it all made the insert sag and fold over, I didn’t see anything on the topic online so what I did is I found a big sturdy cardboard, and pinned the finished insert to it… Two cardboards for good measure. Oh also my badges have reflective plastic covers.

List of the items under cut.

Fanmade TMNT bow by Maidenskiss on Etsy, item listing is gone.

Ocs! Drawn and made by Auunko

Fanmade ROTTMNT charm by Malelo1002 on twitter

Fanmade ROTTMNT charm by MortinfamiART, item listing is unavailable.

Fanmade ROTTMNT patch by GiraffeCatCo on Etsy, item listing is gone.

Official Tsuritama merch

Bootlegs I found without credit. If you know do tell me

Official Chainsaw Man merch

Fanmade Chainsaw Man charm by 118ween: link

Official Dorohedoro merch

Shadow fanzine merch, link. Artist for pin: Yureimori on twitter. Artist for keychain: Snaggypeets on twitter.

Official Pandora Hearts badge and official Osomatsu-san charm

Fanmade Tsuritama charm by Hachibani: link

Rainbow Loom craft project of pikachu I made a decade ago, I don’t have a link to the tutorial.

[kinnbig]

a song from my Burnout fic playlist just came on my regular music shuffle while i’m in the middle of finally doing some chores i’ve been putting off for days and now im vibrating at the speed of light with feelings about Big and my fic and the need to WRITE IT but also i’m exhausted and also i have many more chores to do before i’m done for the day :(

[toxicrevolver]

Halloween tag game! Thanks for the tag!!! @serendipminie

Do this quiz find out what horror movie stereotype you are

And make this picrew/dolldivine to design your look

I’m also somehow a tragic hero. Idk. Maybe it’s bcs I’m always trying to fight. In all actuality I’d probably be one of the first people to die in a horror movie bcs I can’t keep my mouth shut (which is filed under reasons I’d do terrible in prison). This was super fun tho. I love doing pic crew things (even tho I hate my face).

And as per usual I’m not tagging anyone bcs I am lazy (and socially awkward) plus I have the big sad. But if anyone wants to participate they can blame me as the reason.

[rozugold]

Listened to a fan interpretation that made me start shaking with rage but I am being so brave about it

[gladiatorcunt]

love the challengers theme bestie

thank you bestie 🙂‍↕️

[stone-stars]

bev sash design achieved!

[ID: a green sash laying on the ground, covered in patches. From top to bottom there are: a sun with leaves framing it; 6 metal leaf pins; a row with a storm cloud, a sun, and a mushroom; and four rows of round patches. The round patches are a raccoon, a beach, a glowing heart, a star, a guitar, an eye, animals, a sun, an archery target, a moon, tragedy and comedy masks, and a planet.]

the stormcloud is for hardwon (stormborn) and the mushroom is for moonshine, with a sun in the middle for bev. considering adding a gay heart as well :3

[c04l01l]

at least i have a bunch of nice stuff planned for my boyfriend’s birthday